Marcel Proust
- Country : France
- Profession :French Novelist, Literary Critic, And Essayist.
- DOB: 1871-07-10
Marcel Proust (1871-1922), a French novelist, is celebrated for “In Search of Lost Time.” Born in Auteuil, he led a reclusive life due to illness. His work explored memory, time, and human relationships, pioneering the use of sensory experiences in storytelling. His intricate prose revolutionized the modern novel, leaving a lasting literary legacy.
Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that meekness which the common herd mistake for weakness.
Author: Marcel ProustOnly through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
Author: Marcel ProustThere are few who are worthy to understand what I feel. I seek out those who are of this chosen few, and I avoid the rest.
Author: Marcel ProustLike many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
Author: Marcel ProustPeople don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.
Author: Marcel ProustIt is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions.
Author: Marcel ProustIllness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.
Author: Marcel ProustThe laborious process of causation which sooner or later will bring about every possible effect, including, consequently, those which one believed to be least possible, naturally slow at times, is rendered slower still by our desire.
Author: Marcel ProustThe being that I shall be after death has no more reason to remember the man I have been since my birth than the latter to remember what I was before it.
Author: Marcel ProustWe remember the truth because it has a name, is rooted in the past, but a makeshift lie is quickly forgotten.
Author: Marcel Proust
I felt that I did not really remember her except through the pain, and I longed for the nails that riveted her to my consciousness to be driven yet deeper.
Author: Marcel ProustIt is our noticing them that puts things in a room, our growing used to them that takes them away again and clears a space for us.
Author: Marcel ProustMan is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.
Author: Marcel ProustMemory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone.
Author: Marcel ProustEverything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces.
Author: Marcel ProustThere is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life.
Author: Marcel ProustHappiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Author: Marcel ProustWe exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight!
Author: Marcel ProustLovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.
Author: Marcel ProustWe don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
Author: Marcel ProustM. de Charlus made no reply and looked as if he had not heard, which was one of his favorite forms of rudeness.
Author: Marcel ProustRemembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
Author: Marcel ProustPeople do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive.
Author: Marcel ProustTo be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail… failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion.
Author: Marcel ProustNo sooner does an approaching hour become the present for us than it sheds all its charms.
Author: Marcel ProustSunrise is a necessary concomitant of long railway journeys, like hard-boiled eggs, illustrated papers, packs of cards, rivers upon which boats strain but make no progress.
Author: Marcel ProustThe real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
Author: Marcel ProustWe may talk for a lifetime without doing more than indefinitely repeat the vacuity of a minute.
Author: Marcel ProustThe reader’s recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book’s truth.
Author: Marcel ProustHappiness is good for the body, but it is grief which develops the strengths of the mind.
Author: Marcel ProustWith intelligent people, three-quarters of the things they suffer from come from their intelligence.
Author: Marcel ProustThere are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.
Author: Marcel ProustLet us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Author: Marcel ProustReality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
Author: Marcel ProustTo such beings, such fugitive beings, their own nature and our anxiety fasten wings. And even when they are with us the look in their eyes seems to warn us that they are about to take flight.
Author: Marcel ProustBecause happiness alone is good for the body; whereas sorrow develops the strength of the mind.
Author: Marcel ProustIn a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
Author: Marcel ProustFor, just as in the beginning it is formed by desire, so afterwards love is kept in existence only by painful anxiety.
Author: Marcel ProustAmong all the modes by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as this gust of feverish agitation that sweeps over us from time to time.
Author: Marcel ProustA woman whom we love seldom satisfies all our needs, and we deceive her with a woman we do not love.
Author: Marcel ProustThis malady which Swann’s love had become had so proliferated, was so closely interwoven with all his habits, with all his actions, with his thoughts, his health, his sleep, his life, even with what he hoped for after his death, was so utterly inseparable from him.
Author: Marcel ProustWith women who do not love us, as with the “dear departed,” the knowledge that there is no hope left does not prevent us from continuing to wait.
Author: Marcel ProustIn most women’s lives, everything, even the greatest sorrow, comes down to a question of ‘I haven’t got a thing to wear’.
Author: Marcel ProustFor, medicine being a compendium of the successive and contradictory mistakes of medical practitioners, when we summon the wisest of them to our aid, the chances are that we may be relying on a scientific truth the error of which will be recognized in a few years’ time.
Author: Marcel ProustBut should a sensation from the distant past-like those musical instruments that record and preserve the sound and style of the various artists who played them-enable our memory to make us hear that name with the particular tone it then had for our ears.
Author: Marcel ProustThe world will never realize how much it owes to neurotics and what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.
Author: Marcel ProustEverything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and create great works of art.
Author: Marcel ProustSadists of Mlle Vinteuil’s sort are creatures so purely sentimental, so naturally virtuous, that even sensual pleasure appears to them as something bad, the prerogative of the wicked.
Author: Marcel ProustThe past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.
Author: Marcel ProustAnd so it is with our own past. It is a labor in vain to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile.
Author: Marcel ProustIn my cowardice I became at once a man, and did what all we grown men do when face to face with suffering and injustice; I preferred not to see them.
Author: Marcel ProustEven the simple act which we describe as ‘seeing someone we know’ is, to some extent, an intellectual process.
Author: Marcel ProustAnd then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.
Author: Marcel ProustFor what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion.
Author: Marcel ProustEven from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.
Author: Marcel ProustWhenever she saw in others an advantage, however trivial, which she herself lacked, she would persuade herself that it was no advantage at all, but a drawback, and would pity so as not to have to envy them.
Author: Marcel ProustWe shall perish, but we have as hostages these divine captives who will follow and share our fate. And death in their company is somehow less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps even less probable.
Author: Marcel ProustPerhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is inexistent.
Author: Marcel ProustHow often is not the prospect of future happiness thus sacrificed to one’s impatient insistence upon an immediate gratification.
Author: Marcel ProustHow can you expect Cottard to be able to treat you? He has made allowances for the difficulty of digesting sauces, for gastric trouble, but he has made no allowance for the effect of reading Shakespeare.
Author: Marcel ProustIt is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
Author: Marcel ProustWe are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.
Author: Marcel ProustIf a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.
Author: Marcel ProustPerhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them.
Author: Marcel ProustNine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
Author: Marcel ProustAn artist has no need to express his mind directly in his work for it to express the quality of that mind.
Author: Marcel ProustPeople wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
Author: Marcel ProustI thought nothing at all, but I felt an immense sadness, as when two parts of one’s past existence, which have been anchored near to one.
Author: Marcel ProustWe ought not to attach ourselves to beings, it is not beings who exist in reality and are amenable to description, but ideas.
Author: Marcel ProustOur worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.
Author: Marcel ProustThey sacrifice all the rest, devote all their efforts, make everything else subservient to the pursuit of some phantom.
Author: Marcel Proust